Novel & Cerita Greyhouse Publishing

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time? Gage knew the time would come again, his memories of her and his love was already fading, he could feel the war and hatred of him and Jayden returning. He remembered the vampires who killed his family. His lust to kill Jayden and his bloodline returning. He would find his daughter and kill her. The game has begun again, who would kind Jade this time, the search for Jade begins now.

“It’s a very real thing. His first collection of poetry, The Grass Is Never Greener - Contemporary Cowboy Poetry, he published under J. P. Gorham became an international bestseller the first week it was published. His personal appearances are standing room only events and his chap books, artwork and audio CDs always sell out. Unfortunately, Henry wouldn’t even consider publishing poetry, so we didn’t sign him and John started his own independent press. He’s doing really well. I’m happy for him.” Anna pointed to another section on the floor plan. This is the children’s book area. “You should stop by Derek Taylor Kent and his wife Sheri Fink. Their company is called Whimsical World. I wanted

“Mrs. Graycort, these are my cousins from Boston. My Aunt Cass’s girls, Christine and Chastity Mactire.” “Pleasure! Come in! I’ll see if Mina is available. If she’s not here, they’re probably next door coming up with some new makeup or something,” Mrs. Graycort held the door open, and we came in. “Did you get my text?” Kam asked when we came inside. I laughed. “Was she really so jealous?” Rose snorted. “She was greener than a sick leprechaun on St. Patrick’s Day.” “Leprechauns aren’t green,” Chrissy said. I groaned. “They have very tan skin, and hate being referred to as ‘little people.’ They also suck at tipping.”

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He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

’ She begged with the heavens. Hours later. Angela was still not awake, Amanda wriggled with the errands, she went up to the quarters and disemboweled them, she organized the rooms and spread the cribs well, cleaned the closet and dusted the window pens, Mercy studied her from a distance she revered her gusto. She operated nonstop without getting drained, She went in and joined her. “May I help you miss?” Amanda enquired; she was scrubbing underneath the bed. “No, instead I’m here to help, where do I start.” She offered

"You are really trying to make me hungry…and it's working, but first we have to visit the hospital and make sure granny’s okay, it was a long journey, why couldn’t they fly here as well?” “You know Etienne the specialist preferred that she drives here instead, I took was a bit surprised, but I surpassed it, don’t think too much about it, all is well.” Etienne nodded in response. They made their stop at the entrance of a complex “La Casa de Rivonia”. It was an apartment block the size of `half a skyscraper, colored in grey, white, and cream with a big sign hanging off one of the buildings that had the name of the apartment on it, and at the entrance stood 4 security guards.